"It's a donkey's head, I say."

"And I say it's your picture. I'll leave it to anybody in the
crowd."

"I guess I know a donkey's head when I see it, Master Rover. I
didn't expect no such joke from you, though your brother Tom
might have played it."

"Boys, isn't this a good picture?" demanded Sam, showing up the
other side of the tin square.

"Why, splendid!" came from the crowd.

"Peleg, there is some mistake here."

"Oh, you can't joke me no more!" returned the utility man.

"But just look!" pleaded Sam. "Isn't that a good picture of you?
If you don't say so yourself I'll give you five dollars."

He handed the tin over again, this time with the opposite side
toward Snuggers. He had just breathed on it heavily.

"Now blow on it," he continued, and Snuggers did as directed.
The moisture cleared away, revealing the face of the utility man
in a bit of looking-glass!

"Oh, you're tremendously smart, you are!" muttered Snuggers, and
walked off. But he was not half as angry as he had been a few